My Twisted Bad Boy #Wattys2016

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Nemophilist

(n.) A haunter of the woods; one who loves the forest and its beauty and solitude.

I guess I should've stayed home, waiting for my mother to return once again, but I'm already in too deep.

Okay I'm overreacting, I'm just standing on the nearest seven eleven parking lot with my bike that looked like it was about to fall apart.

But I really needed a slurpee.

I couldn't sleep thanks to a certain demon called, Cole. And the only thing that'll calm me down is a slurpee.

Thank god that it's open 24 hours.

I threw my bike on the ground near the door, not caring to lock it and quickly walked in, feeling unsafe and watched outside.

The store was luckily warmer than outside and a Chris Brown song was playing on the background while the girl behind the counter nodded along while reading through the new Vogue magazine.

I smiled at her when she looked up and she smiled back watching where I was going. After a few seconds she got back into her magazine.

I grabbed the largest cup and filled it up with my favorite flavors. I grabbed some donuts, coffee and Oreo cookies for tomorrow at school too.

With a sigh, I tucked a piece of hair behind my ear and walked to the counter.

"Love your jacket, Kanye's cool." She said and I nodded in agreement. "Thanks, and I love your hair." I said smiling at her pastel purple hair.

"Why thank you." She said scanning the items. I paid her and left after she told me to be safe, since it was already 12 am, and I told her the same.

Opening the door, the cold air hit my face already making me shiver. This jacket and my sweater underneath may be thick, but not thick enough to beat this North Pole weather.

I picked up my bike and hung the bag on the handlebar. Just when I was about to sit on the saddle, it freaking fell off, just like the back wheel.

I'm freaking screwed.

The walk home will take ten minutes and with the bike it was five, but that's pretty much off the list.

I decided to ditch the twenty-five year old bike and walked. Alone, at 12 in the morning.

With pedophiles, råpers, kidnappers, killers and guys like, well, Cole on the loose, I might as well already call myself a dead woman.

Okay I'm overreacting again but you never know what will happen.

My inwardly ranting went on until I heard something rustle behind me, and it sure wasn't my bag.

I stopped slurping for the slurpee and paced my step. Nu-uh, I'm not gonna turn around, I'm just gonna run, run for my life.

I'm not like those stupid people in those horror movies who drop their stuff and run and shit, I paid for it so why would I drop it, if it isn't even necessary? Besides, who would drop donuts, Oreo's, coffee and a large slurpee. Stupid people, I tell you.

There I was running for, probably nothing. The plastic bag flying around in my left hand and the slurpee being death gripped in the other. It must have looked comical.

I didn't hear footsteps behind me, but I didn't stop. Until I, typically, got pulled into an alley. Why does this remind me of every horror movie ever. Where he's gonna take advantage of me, cut my body open and send my organs to my family members. Why you ask me? Because that person is a sadistic person. A sick bastard that has watched too much Saw.

And as usual, I freaked out and started trashing around. Thank you very much, mind, for over thinking everything, making it ten times worse.

"Put me down, before I-I freaking taser you to death!" I grabbed unto my kidnapper's hair and started screaming and pulling at it. His, or her, hair was short, soft and extremely curly.

A loud, manly grunt erupted from the kidnapper and he put me down, thank god he didn't drop me on the hard, dirty pavement.

I opened eyes and saw my bag laying on the floor with the slurplee cup laying next to it, without all its content. That I was now standing in. I looked up and had to squint my eyes because of the bright lantern that stood behind the person in front of me.

I could only make out a figure, and his curly hair. And he was pretty damn long too.

Is it, Cole?

"My fucking slurpee!" I yelled and slapped his chest. He chuckled as a response and grabbed something from his pocket.

"Babe, you could've been kidnapped and you care more about your drink?" He asked with his voice that made my legs turn into jelly.

"Cole." I gritted through my teeth. "Babe."

"Don't call me that!" I said and he chuckled again. Realizing who I was actually talking to, I picked up my bag with smashed donuts but still a clean, non broken coffee can.

Without saying anything I ranaway, hell to the no that I'm gonna stay and talk with a stalking, house intruder, threatening, street fighting, criminal, hot lunatic.

Arriving at my house, exhausted and sweaty I puffed out. I went to open the small gate to my front yard, until I felt a presence behind me.

"You can run and hide all you want from me, Zara. But I guarantee you, I will always find you." I loved the way my name rolled over his tongue. It made my legs even weaker than they were thanks to my running session. Screw you hormones. He's a criminal, a delinquent. For all you know he might have even killed your sweet grandma Sue.

Stop being so idiotic Zara, she passed away of old age.

Before I could turn around and say something the front door opened, and my heart completely stopped.

"Zara, honey is that you?" She asked and looked into the dark squinting her eyes.

"Mom?" I ask and turned around, seeing that Cole still hasn't left. He stood next to me with curiosity in his eyes.

"God sweety, I thought something bad happened, I was about to call Elliot." She said and leaned against the wooden pole with her arms crossed over her chest.

"Zara come inside, who are you with?" She asked squinting her eyes. I looked at Cole who had his earphones in his hand and his hood over his head.

"He's, he's... a friend." I said and she nodded. "Well both of you come inside then. It's too cold and wearing a skirt, isn't helping me either." She said and walked towards the door.

Shit shit shit. 'A friend' freaking seriously Zara. Why didn't you just go with the 'He needed directions' lie. Cole definitely isn't a friend. I'm terrified of the guy standing next to me. I don't even know him.

He's as silent as an ant and as fast as a cheetah. What the hell is he, a damn demon? A hot one at that.

I looked at Cole and stopped him from walking into my front yard. "Y-you're staying here. No you're leaving. You are not my friend and I don't trust you. Plus you owe me a slurpee." I said getting more confident after every word.

"I'm getting inside, besides, your mother invited me." Cole said with his low, addictive sinister voice. I shuddered in unwanted pleasure and followed him inside my house.

I'm so gonna die.

I'm gonna die, if it isn't Cole who's gonna kill me, it'll be my mom. If she actually finds out about my school's tardiness and about my nightly movie marathons then I might as well already be six feet under. She may not be around much, but she's still strict as hell.